[voicetest & test run for crux fleet!]

[authoritative]

1. Medicmechanic
[Are you a robot, in need of a robot, in need of robotic limbs, or in need of a robotic body because you are currently a teenaged alien ghost girl who is also a frog? Do you need help with your robotic body parts, or with Equius getting uncomfortably sweaty at you while your non-functional limbs are chopped off so he can fit you with better-quality robotic ones?]

[If it's to do with robots, you have come to the right teenager in the right workroom! Ignore the cage for robot deathmatches in the corner. And the giant pile of shattered robots that Equius has defeated in robot cage matches in the other corner.]

[Wiping his face with a somewhat soggy looking towel, Equius looks at you from his workbench, which is strewn with tools, metal, wire, and other impressively technological-looking things.]

Is there something I may assist you with?



2. STRONG
[So, there was a flesh-eating fire-breathing space horse attacking the space ship, because crux fleet is going to have a freaking incredible setting when it gets off the ground. Oh my god.]

[Equius does not look so enthusiastic about this, despite having easily punched the head off the horse. It's kind of hard to read his expression through those silly sunglasses of his, but could he look... upset? What could someone so STRONG feel bad about? Someone should definitely ask.]



3. ohgodwhat
[Welcome to Equius' apartment! It is not in the best condition, though clearly there have been attempts to repair various crushed or broken things-- the door handles are probably a loss, crunched up like wads of paper, but plates of metal cover holes in the walls, gouges in furniture, and other such accidents. It's pretty clear Equius isn't used to cleaning, either-- there's an attempt going in one corner, but he seems to have forgotten a bucket to go with his mop, and the broom is shattered into a truly impressive amount of pieces, what little of it can be seen under the pile of destroyed bows and shattered glassware.]

[Hopefully, whoever is visiting him is wearing shoes with nice, thick soles.]

[Awkwardly polite, Equius invites,] Please, sit down. Would you like refreshments? Perhaps a glass of milk?

[Oh, also there's furry porn tacked up on the walls. (Horse penises aren't that big! Are they? And... what's happening to that poor troll?)]

Comments

[authoritative]

Of course, your majesty. I will strive to behave as behooves my station in the future. [He actually bows, though it's not really a proper one-- just kind of a dip. Still, the intent ought to be clear!] And I-- I'm just embarrassed at my poor behavior, your majesty. I'd be very happy to do whatever you command!

[Possibly too happy? This kid is a little weird, if Eve hadn't noticed. Still, he looks and sounds earnest enough, even if the sweating is getting a little out of hand. He moves on to a third towel.]

[spearsurfing]

[Proper or not, the bow and his general behaviour is certainly acknowledged. It's almost nostalgic, a reaction like this. It's been a long, long time since she's been treated as proper royalty... though that may be in part to do with the company she usually keeps.

If her mouth tilts into a faint smile, she doesn't make an effort to hide it.]

You cooperation is appreciated. [even if you're kinda gross, but she's just gonna assume all trolls are sweaty and gross now] Do you have any specialization...? ...Ah, Eve has not asked for your name yet. That information would also be appreciated.

[authoritative]

[Trolls are mostly pretty gross, but sweaty is just Equius' problem.]

Equius Zahhak, your majesty. [Another bow! (Equius, you don't need to kowtow just because the people you usually get all submissive around aren't here.)] I specialize in combat robots and prosthetics, especially limbs, though I have constructed a fully functional soulbot before. Ah, a full-body prosthetic for a ghost, I mean.

[A slightly pained expression crosses Equius' face, because that ghost robot was his girlfriend and also blew up before saying goodbye to him, and he is thirteen and it hurt.

He does not tell Eve this, though, because it sounds bad to say "that one blew up" when it functioned perfectly well otherwise!]

I do not have any examples of the prosthetics, but I do have a few undamaged robots, if you would like to see them?